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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 49 most peaceable man I ever saw until he lost his temper and his head too. He and a fellow named Sansone, who got hung down in Arizona, I believe. Both good men, but just one weak spot in their armor kept them from being much better. This foolish determination of yours to boss a tough boom camp can lead to your downfall, Miss Owens. If you’re a woman in a man’s game, youll have to play it by a man’s rules.” | “I am: That’s why Bud Bailey and his men work for me. J—” It was then that Harlan Pearson came in. He greeted them both and sat down. He looked at Tex. “How do you feel?” “If you mean about what occurred down at your place, Pearson, I’m sorry it had to happen but I have no regrets. No man should have when shooting to save his life. As far as I'm concerned the matter is closed.” “I wanted to talk to you both about something else. You've both given Gardner an ultimatum to leave town. He’s really not a bad fellow. I'd like for him to stay.” “He goes,” Tex Burnett said with just a trace of harshness in his voice. “He’s crooked.” “But Massey was his pardner, Tex—his friend,” protested the Pound’s owner. “The least he can do is take care of the burial.” “Tl leave the decision up to Miss Owens,” Burnett said. “As for the burial, there are plenty of miners still in the dives who could go out and do the job within a couple of hours. Anyhow,” he went on with just a trace of irony in his voice, “I'm in the same boat with Gardner. I’ve been ordered to leave too.” The two marshals came shouldering in and pulled up along-. side the stool. Bothwell said, “Youre Burnett?” “I'm Burnett,” was the reply. “Tm arrestin’ you for shootin’ that gambler tonight. Come on!” “Fred Bothwell,” Lily Owens said firmly, “T run this town and I pay most of your salary—” -“T know that, Miss Lily,” Bothwell broke in, red-faced and uncomfortable. “But this thing’s gettin’ outa hand. It’s got to be stopped, and tonight were startin’ in to put a stop to it. Do you know what happened to thet big miner that Newt Thurby hit over the head at the roulette wheel?” She said, no, she didn’t know. She hadn’t heard. He told her: comicbooks.com